As the user of this sword, the sword and shield hand couldn't help but look sideways, and saw that the ordinary short sword had turned into a jewel-like treasure, and his eyes quickly retracted as if he was injured.

With such a magical weapon, how could a slave gladiator have it, and he no longer dared to imagine that the day when the dagger that his master had spent on refining his magic power would return to his hands.

However, Lossling's generosity exceeded all expectations. When this sharp sword withstood twelve demon dog claws, the sword body glowed with dark green magic aura, and he could no longer continue to increase his concentration, so he immediately stopped the transformation of the "magic inlay" and casually dispelled the anomalies caused by a ring of magic.

After fading the dark green magic aura, the short sword returned to its original appearance, but the blade of the sword glowed with a faint streamer, as if it had been smeared with the best maintenance oil "green rust", and some of the broken blades had been repaired as new, and even had a faint bone white.

Without hesitation, Losslin threw a "Identification Technique" up, and in the blink of an eye, a magical aura appeared, which was a simple description of the lingua franca in black on a white background.

"Dog-killing sword, a refined-grade general-purpose weapon, hardness five, toughness four, characteristics slightly poisonous, tearing ......"

Seeing the name of this sword, she couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle, the description of the identification technique was correct, this sword had indeed killed demon dogs. Needless to say, the general weapon is the only word refinement, he tasted it for a long time, and felt that the sharpness of this sword should be improved, which is equivalent to a ring of magic.

As for the description of the five hardness, Embarrassment Loslin first thought of the "concept" formulated by the science magicians, although he had already understood that the world consciousness was embodied with the help of them, and used to strengthen the operation laws of the world's surface, so as not to appear to be further eroded and used by the holy light of the Heavenly Mountain and the magic of hell, but the concept of hardness could be quietly embedded in a ring of magic and identification, which showed the power of the Northern Science Magician.

I have seen the "words and spirits" of the demon race in the main world, which also belongs to a concept that defines everything, but it has inexplicable power. Including the ancient witch clan's name witchcraft, and even the magic weapon of the Daomen, the "Six Soul Flags", is also a conceptual blow.

It's just that this kind of attack is okay against ordinary people, but for the power of mastering the power of heaven and earth, it is equivalent to a very inconspicuous breeze, and it is naturally immune to conceptual blows without any Dao method or immortal power.

Then again, the Magus of Science has developed concepts and woven them into an unusually large system that has infiltrated and firmly controlled more than two dozen states in the northern part of the New World.

If you want to make a breakthrough, you can only introduce transcendent systems that are above the world, such as divine magic, holy light, spells, and magic, after all, their source is the Heavenly Mountain and the Nine Hells, which are one of the most powerful sources of this cluster of star clusters.

Embarrassine Roslin suddenly remembered the famous saying: Forts are often the first to be breached from within!

The Commonwealth of Liberty formed by the 23 states of the North, the real power is naturally held by the Scientology Wizard Group, which has a power above all classes, and the factory owners born of their families, students, and followers are all new capitalists, who exploit and squeeze the blood and sweat of the people internally, obtain a steady stream of profits, and externally call for the opening of more markets to sell more and more overstock.

It is said that in some sweatshops, ordinary people can only live for three years to work, and no matter how strong a young man is, he will be crushed to the bone in three years, and he will have no use value, so he can only be driven out of the factory and starved to death on the streets.

However, the price of not entering the factory is immediate starvation, after all, all the channels of commodity circulation are in the hands of the Science Wizards Group, which is indirectly controlled through their spokesmen.

Because of this, the people of the unspeakably miserable northern states all yearn for an idyllic life in the south, at least they can eat and drink enough to go to work, and when they are old, they can arrange easy work and spend the years in the manor. In particular, craftsmen who have mastered unique techniques have even cultivated their families to become qualified successors with their rich experience and experience.

Ron Loslin suddenly remembered, and secretly said badly: "If it weren't for the huge buffer zone of Baiozantium, and without the huge commodity dumping market of the Wheat Plains, the science wizards of the northern kingdom would have officially declared war on the south because of profits. Now that Baiozantium has been completely destroyed, and the peasants of the Wheat Plains have been killed and wounded, the market has been completely closed and disappeared forever. I reckon that the capitalists, who had suffered heavy losses, were already waging their tails at their masters and preparing to wage a local war to test the confidence of the southern aristocracy. If the war had gone well, it would have been an indisputable fact that the magicians of science who had tasted the sweetness would have gone on a rampage en masse. ”

Thinking of this, Embarrassment Roslin found that he had carefully tried to obtain the status of an apprentice in magic, and the small game in the world was too childish, and he had to advance wildly, otherwise he would not be able to catch up with this fierce battle between science and magic.

"Alas...... It's such a routine again. I had to start over in a different world, and I couldn't even develop quietly. From this point of view, domineering is the right way. ”

Grace Losslin grabbed the dog-killing sword and threw it directly to the sword and shield man: "Catch, this is your weapon." I reward you for slaying the three-headed demon dog in the mud swamp. ”

The sword and shield hand hurriedly put down the skinned dagger, grasped the flying sword in the air with both hands, and suddenly remembered the experience of the Colosseum, and immediately knelt on one knee, folded his hands on his knees, and swore eternal allegiance to the noble magician master.

"The remaining materials are not fresh enough, and the magic contained in them is passing too quickly to be of much use. At this time, I estimate that the demon dog that was injured and retreated has returned to its lair. Loyal followers, leading the way, uproot these hateful demon dogs, which can also contribute a lot of armor and weapons, along with their nests. ”

The slave gladiators looked at the leather armor of the demon dog and the sword of the dog, and they all looked forward to the future costume change, and when they heard the words of the noble magician master, they all howled excitedly, looking like a group of loyal dogs walking under the door.

The net-throwing fighter who was adept at tracking trails was at the forefront, and to protect him, the spearman lent him his demon dog leather armor to use, calming the little slave gladiator.

Originally, the demon dog leather armor was given to the spearman, and the dog-killing sword was given to the sword and shield hand, both of them killed a lot of demon dogs, but he and the spearman also had a victory, and they all had credit, why didn't they take them into account when distributing.

Naturally, these words could not be said in public, especially since they were all slaves without property rights, and all the equipment on their bodies, including themselves, belonged to His Excellency Grace Loslin.

Unfortunately, the noble magician master had already promised that if he could keep him safe, win the battle in the Wheat Plains occupied by demon worshippers and degenerates, and return home, he would be able to leave his status as slaves and become tenants of the manor, and even free people with certain property.

It is with this visible glorious future and concrete goal that the once withered and cold hearts of the slave gladiators have been restored to a fresh state, and have even begun to drift a little in recent times.

The net-throwing fighter is worthy of being a good hand at tracking and finding traces, and he was not deceived by the little tricks of the demon dog's suspicious formation, and did not go around in circles until he lost his direction, and directly found the location of the demon dog's lair, a bottomless cave hidden in the shade of the hill.

Grace Loslin casually threw a detection technique into it, and found that there were only three clusters of spiritual light for the creatures inside, and there were more than a dozen dim spiritual lights in the deepest part, which was estimated to be the cubs under the demon dog.

He nodded lightly in satisfaction, and his right hand was raised and slashed down: "Follow me!"